It was a dark, warm summer evening in Maycomb, Alabama. Atticus was inside, reading his Maycomb Tribune newspaper alone

He heard a knock on his door, assuming it was his kids; Jem & Scout, maybe Dill too

However, he was surprised to see a woman at the door, holding the hands of Scout and Jem, she seemed happy

“I see you’ve found these troublemakers, I’m Atticus”

He extends his large, warm hand to her to introduce himself formally